When Xia Xingchen arrived at the Italian International Airport, it was already midnight.

With her phone in hand, she sat quietly on a bench in the departure hall, staring at the flight information on the big screen.

The cold phone had been turned off, and she thought that he was already on the plane, and she smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth when she thought of this.

A man in a suit looked around, and when he saw Xia Xingchen, he stopped and looked at her with a photo in his hand.

Xia Xingchen was a little nervous, so he could only hold the mobile phone in his hand tightly, hoping that the cold would arrive soon. The phone vibrated slightly in her hand, and she picked it up with a smile, but it was Mo Han's phone.

"You don't have to wait, he won't go." With a hurried word, he hung up the phone.

His deep voice almost caused Xia Xingchen to fall into the boundless ice cellar, and his whole body was invaded by cold.

Xia Xingchen trembled and called back Mo Han's phone, no, no...... She couldn't imagine if Leng Yan had an accident on the way back, she needed someone to sue her, but it was Mo Han's system female voice who also turned off her phone in reply.

The man in the suit finally approached her, handed her a box with things, and he spoke to her in standard English, "Hello, Miss." This is something that a gentleman gave me before boarding the plane, and he specifically told you that the plane would be handed over to you after it landed. But I'm sorry I couldn't find you just now. I'll leave it to you, so I'll go first. ”

Xia Xingchen subconsciously grabbed his hand, and she looked at him urgently, "Please tell me, is he wearing a coffee-colored coat?" ”

"Yes, miss."

Xia Xingchen's hand hung down like a fallen autumn leaf, "Okay, thank you......"

After the man left, she sat down in a chair and opened the box, which contained a voice recorder with headphones plugged in and an envelope.

She put her phone and passport in the case, then picked up the voice recorder, put on the headphones, reached for her hand, and pressed play.

"Xia Xingchen, you must be sitting in the waiting hall of the airport now, right? Look around, we should have been here five years ago. At that time, you chose to go with me, and later, you chose to give up our one qiē.

At that time...... Do you know why when I heard you say that you want to go home, I can only touch your head and say okay? Because I know that this qiē is nothing but a fake. Before leaving, your mother called me and asked me if I believed that you would go back and that you would give up our relationship completely. At the time, I thought you wouldn't, but I was wrong. When you say it's okay for us to go back, my heart is almost suffocated, but I don't believe it, I still struggle, even if the vase falls down, I still believe in you. Later, you were outside my door and told me that we would continue to be brother and sister. At that moment, my heart was dead, completely dead.

You're such a good daughter!

When I knew that your mother chose to marry him out of revenge on my father, I was in a hurry to send you away after your mother killed my father. At that time, I was thinking that if you were really gone, I would have found you even if I searched the world, but that time, you didn't disappoint me. You're back, and you're calling my name. At that time, I did choose to let you go and leave you to fend for yourself.

But then, I didn't think so.

For the past three years, I've tortured you as much as myself, and I swear I'll let you try that too. Until today, I finally succeeded.

Five years ago, you buried one of our qiē at the airport, and two years ago, you managed to escape, and today, you have finally succeeded!

Today, you're free, Xia Xingchen.

Inside the envelope is a plane ticket to the UK in two hours, as well as a bank card with the code for your birthday. Xia Xingchen, you should go back to three years ago, when your mother had arranged for you to leave, and today I will fulfill her to let you go.

If you're gone, you'll never come back! Remember, don't come back!

These six days are like a dream I made up for you. Wake up, it's time to wake up from a dream.

Also, today I'm getting married. ”

In the vast world, only the sparse passers-by of the airport lying under the Italian night sky could see her, sitting on a bench in the departure hall, holding a voice recorder, crying bitterly.

"Well, she's sad."